《火舞风云》中浴缸

Feeling the faint sign of consciousness, Ning Cheng sneered, no matter how cunning you are, you still want to drink my foot-washing water. He had developed his consciousness above the purple coin, so that no matter how far the monk went, he could still vaguely follow him. And he was sure that this monk's cultivation level was not only Juxing, but even higher than him....